I just experienced something extraordinary while meditating.

I just got over with a short random meditation session. I've been trying to learn the art of meditation and mindfulness through the "waking up" app by one and only Sam Harris. This app is truly amazing, hats off to the waking up team and specially Sam Harris. Okay enough of fanboying over Harris. I've been trying to fit random short meditation sessions throughout my day and I was just doing the same right before I started writing this. And what I experienced right now is something that freaked me out and at the same time clamed me. 
I was practicing open eye meditation with some soft music through my earphones. Right now it is 1:50 AM, so it's a little dark except for the light glancing from the kitchen, which is right around 2 metres away from where I'm sitting. Keep in mind that there's enough light for me to see everything very clearly, I could even read with some focus. I started the session with noticing the sound of the second hand of the wall clock and the soft music, complemented with some dogs barking. And my eyes are wide open staring deep at a random point in the hall. As I sink deeper into the session I notice everything turn dim in my sight and get back to normal in under a second. At first I assumed I'm sleepy and my eyelids are giving up, but and I continued the session. It happens again, everything slowly dims away just for a few second and gets normal after I shift my focus away. Excited by this I continued the session making sure my eyes are wide open, and it happens again. I could not experience it for more than a second or two at once. I kept practicing for 2-3 minutes and got better each time, and got to the point that while my eyes are open there is darkness all over. It is as if my eyes are closed while my eyes are wide open. It is as if I can control what appears in my consciousness, and chose to not let the visuals in. Everything under my sight slowly turns dark to the point that it's no different whether my eyes are open or closed. I've never felt more relaxed and excited during any meditation session. Is this the beginning of the journey to mindfluness? I hope so.

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